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Look What I Thaw

Slowly releasing its grip The ice recedes Mud warms in a faint sun Jonquils peek through snow Robins open the summer house Winter chuckles Spring awaits her curtain call

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Date: 3/9/2025 8:58:00 PM
Looking forward to theeing...
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Date: 3/9/2025 7:37:00 PM
I tought I thaw it too!
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Date: 2/26/2025 4:31:00 PM
fabulous title John - i can't wait for Spring's curtain call - get rid of the blankets of snow or winter duvets lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 2/26/2025 4:15:00 PM
Robins seem to be the first to migrate. I like the picture of transfers, one season to the next.
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Date: 2/26/2025 1:17:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your write. Spring will be here soon. Have a blessed day............
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Date: 2/26/2025 12:55:00 PM
love the title, john and the last two lines are wonderful! (the rest is very good, too)...
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